I am so incredibly in love with music, I listen to music at least 8-10 hours a day whether it's in my headphones or out loud, is this unhealthy? Probably, do I care? No. Music is one of those things that somehow heals everything, everything about it is perfect, you can listen to it when your sad, happy, angry and all others, because there's always a genre of music to help you through emotions, or to build those emotions to be stronger than ever, music I perfect in every way, and I believe without music, life would feel... Empty in a way, music is just so addictive it would be painful to live without it, nothing like movies, nor YouTube videos can compare to music. I love music. When I think of him, I think of music. He looks like that one arctic monkeys song, which is a song that makes me very happy, and I can never get sick of it no matter how much I listen to the song over and over Just like how I can never get sick of him,he could talk to me for hours and I would still listen. I put all my time and effort to listen to him, his voice is soothing, just like that arctic monkeys song I mentioned about earlier... Everything about him is perfect. But for some reason I felt like something was missing. That arctic monkeys song didn't apply to me... Or us .. only him. It felt one sided, but my heart couldn't stop listening to that song, nor could it stop listening to him. I would do anything to hear that song for the first time again, just like how I'd give everything to meet him for the first tine again, like a fresh start you know?.. but most songs have a tragic story behind them.. just like that song.. maybe there was something more to us than my admiration. Something wasn't right, but I felt manipulated by this song, my feelings were not under my control, to the point I didn't notice he had drifted away ...
It all started when I was entering my first year of middle school , a very chaotic year at that. I was a very skeptical and shy kid, I was not aware of the people around me, everyone was new. That being said, I stuck with my only friend who rarely showed up to school due to her "very busy" life which actually just consisted of pretending to be sick so she wouldn't have to see her ex boyfriend who she claimed she was "over" yet I find that hard to believe.I walked in, on the first day, wearing a plain white T shirt, blue jeans and a red flannel. I was certainly very nervous, but no one seemed to notice me which made me feel slightly better and allowed me to find my way to my homeroom which is room 125 , so on the second floor. I made my way up and found that my homeroom was a math class. I am pretty good with math so I wasn't worried.I looked around the class, there were 2 chairs at each table and decided to take a seat at the back of the room on the far right side of the classroom next to a girl with a long braid of hair, she was wearing a full outfit of pink, and she suited it really well. I waited for class to start, checking my phone waiting for the 8:30 mark. 30 seconds later the bell has rung and the rest of the class slowly but surely piled into the class and took their seats as the teacher walked in to her table at the front. I look around at the kids in my class and notice this one guy, I noticed he wore a watch, simple T shirt and shorts. I turn back to face the front and wait for the teachers instructions. Not even two minutes later, our teacher Ms Ashn told us to stand up to be put into a seating plan which would go in alphabetical order, so very likely given my last name I would be near the front right side. And as predicted, I was put in the front row, far left side, and right in front of me, was the kid I had noticed earlier when I was looking around. He was relatively quiet, with the exception of the first day group assignment which was to come.up with some class rules, so the guy and the other person he was sitting with joined me and the girl and pink and we came up with a few rules then everyone started chatting about things unrelated to the assignment so i just wrote sone more on my own, a few minutes had passed and I fully filled our chart paper, and the two boys look at me and just give me a blank stare. They sit looking at me quietly for a bit , before they state a couple more ideas for rules and return to their conversation.
